Eighteen

Happy Birthday to Writing.com. You have kept us happy with the thing we love to do. Write.

​Eighteen years without many tears
I write my stories and odes
Give me a break, when I make a mistake
Hear my verses til your mind overloads
The best is yet from Newbie to vet
Every contest will test your mind
Enjoy what you read, from winners decreed
Newsletters share information refined.

You see many words that you've never heard
Expect to be surprised now and then
As young and old have wisdom to behold
Relax. Writing.com is part of your regimen.
So this is the end. I can't pretend.
Some say I'm not much of a comedienne.

A writer's license allows me to put an extra 's' in years. I can't end a poem the other way.